glitterbombs:annaszczekutowicz:
walking with a ghost. by *indiae
Irena Sendler
1910-2008
A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children. She eventually was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and reunited some of the families. Most had been killed. She helped those children get placement into foster family homes or adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming.
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bearsbeetsbattlestargalactica:
My favorite band is The Maine.
no i think that’s a rocket to the moon.
wtf are you talking about, thats the jonas brothers >:|
Oh, I LOVE Forever The Sickest Kids!
who are you kidding
that’s the ready set
ALL U BISHES R RONG, ITZ ARCHITECTS.
HELL NAH. THAT’S FALL OUT BOY.
douchebags of the day.
I thought Hannah Montana was one man :|
Drew Marilyn Manson as a birthday present for Amy (winterghost) using 6B pencil and watercolors. I began drawing an hour before her birthday party started, which is why it looks really rushed (hence smudges) and why I was 30 minutes late :) My “Oh, I was hit by a cougar in an SUV on my way to your house” excuse didn’t hold up. SHE’S A SMART COOKIE.
Sorry for the poor photo quality. I didn’t have time to scan it.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Soft Shock
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TODAY WAS NOT A GOOD DAY.
HOW COME
Morning oatmeal feels like regurgitated vomit on the tongue, AUSTIN NEARLY FORGOT HIS CALCULATOR IN PRECALC, this annoying sub-acquaintance is pestering me to come over to his house EVERY SINGLE DAY regardless of my replies of “NO IT’S OKAY, BUT THANK YOU” just to be courteous when what I really want to say is “FUGGGGG YOU”, monotony of school life, anesthetized social skills, encounters with friends and their significant others at wal-mart = bundle of awkward, second thoughts/third thoughts/sixty-fourth thoughts/general regrets about not doing IB, and lastly every time I try to strike up a conversation with the Russian exchange student there is always something that cuts it short, without fail.
On the flip side: I had chocolate cake today. And Thanksgiving break = four day weekend. And I finally watched The Big Ban Theory. And the realization that Shayne Dawson’s female ghetto alter ego “Shenaynay” looks eerily like Chris Crocker.
HI HOW WAS YOUR DAY MORGAN.
